But the next second.
Whoosh!
The ancient bronze arm, like a javelin, pierced through the residual waves of the Power explosion and imprinted on his chest at the first instant.
Boom!!
The chest caved in, eyes bulged, veined with blood.
The body, arcing into a bow about to be sent flying, was grabbed by another powerful arm at the shoulders.
Boom boom boom boom boom!!
A series of pounding strikes, the continuous sound of bones cracking echoed.
Everything looked exactly like Zhao Jushan's situation just before, only with a different victim.
"Hehe...."
Blood soaked the blue robe, the chest bone shattered, the Sixth True Inheritor fell to the ground, breath nearly gone.
Behind him, the Fifth True Inheritor collapsed to the ground as well, his head covered in fresh blood, like a lump of mud.
Below the stage, the dust slowly dissipated, the Seventh True Inheritor with dangling arms and a pale face, struggled to get up.
